Two future presidents with total steeze in 1975.
Bill Clinton & Hillary playing volleyball in Fayetteville, Arkansas, USA, 1975.
Hmm. Wow. Okay.
I have written a short (short!) story from the point of view of a single leg air dancer this week for Hobart magazine. On a side note: Rick is 50!
Find out why I have a booster seat of unpublished manuscripts; why Matt Sumell’s dog keeps shitting in his toilet; how much David Rees hopes to sell his next manuscript for; what Elissa Bassist is trying not to beat herself up about; and a whole lot of other writerly resolutions at my Resolution Round-Up at Tin House.
Ca y est, I can move back to Paris. Kale has finally arrived.
“Worn Stories" is a web project about clothing and memory. They’ve included a short essay of mine about my father’s sweater.
…if you didn’t know that he was more or less universally regarded as a genius, you might peg him as the superfriendly host of a woodworking show on daytime public access. — Joel Lovell on George Saunders in the New York Times.
The sight of an old Radio Flyer will always break my heart. I don’t care about the still life—an adult pulling a child; abandoned in the grass; even if it’s filled up with some stupid yuppy’s plants—a single glance unravels. The red, the wheels, the life. The non-battery-powered joy of this simple thing on wheels. Those are the best dreams, the ones in which you fly.